… is different than any other time.
I think that when I want to do something with Cheryl, parkie time shows up to slow things down. It is inevitable. She will say- let’s go or are you ready to go- or words that convey the sentiment that she is ready. Nope. That is a incorrect interpretation of the language.
If I stop to consider parkie time though it makes sense. I thought we were headed to the car. Actually we were headed to check on several stacks of paper in her office before we go. The thing about parkie time is that it has little to do with clock time.
There’s a period of hesitation while one remembers what is happening next and what is required for that activity. If I realize what is happening I can help but sometimes the help is unappreciated. It is a delicate balance of gentle help and unintentional stress. Memory loss mingles with confusion to create stress.
The important thing is to not respond to the smart-Alec comment or to make one. Running down the road jabbing at each other with pointed sticks does not accomplish much but admittedly can be momentarily satisfying to both. Resist doing that. The road is smoother. There is less apologizing later. Certainly there is less guilt at having trod all over someone’s emotions.
The disease is not them. It is hard to remember that in the rush for the door to leave and go somewhere.
Thank you. I enjoyed this. I think we all have our own relationship to time, and PD changes this. It’s something I think about and wrote about too. https://parkyboy.wordpress.com/2021/05/16/its-about-time/
Best wishes Rob
Don’t just do something…sit there
Cheryl used to be constantly early. That has not changed. What is changed is me, I think. She no longer drives a car. I take her everywhere which makes me the Uber.
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